So we pulled up to the Hacienda Real searching for our lost friend, Coca-Cola made with sugar. We'd heard she might be around these parts, and sure enough there was a full supply of bottles behind the counter.
"Are those for sale?" I asked tentatively, pointing to the Coke bottles.
"Sure."
"Are they local?"
"Nope, they're from Mexico."
"Can I see one?"
He hands me a bottle with a nutritional information sticker slapped on the side. I turn it over to read the ingredients and consider launching into my best Al Pacino impersonation: "#%$^ing corn syrup! What the (% is that?!? All I want is some ^&*(ing cane sugar in my %^ing cola and all I can *$^#ing get my hands on is this &*#^ing high fructose %&$(!! ^*!!!!!"
Instead, I chuckled and told the guy no thanks.
We'll just have to keep searching until we find what we're looking for.